1. |
Prelude
00:49
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2. |
Séance
03:28
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Can’t get myself right out of the hole
I’ve got to raise it erase it my bodies still cold Can’t get myself right out of the hole
I’ve got to raise it erase it my bodies still whole
I need a little lie down I need a little lie down I need a lucifer
I need to light my own
Why is my body so cold? I need a little lie down
I need a lucifer
I need to light my own
When you live a little lie When you live a little lie When you live a little lie When you live a little lie
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3. |
Pencils
02:39
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I would say come around
You would say can you sharpen your pencil? I was feeling kinda down
Love lost in the depths of the fentanyl
A king all alone
Blood stains on the path and the lino
I would say come around
But I don’t know if I want head or a home?
I gotta live
But I got love for you
Tread boards of regret boughs of the dead Thoughts wrapped up in arrogance
Silent sheep spread locked in a debt to the land Of seed of decadence
I would say come around
And bring a fifth, sage and a tomb for the relative Feeling kinda down
I can’t stay, gotta stay get away
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4. |
Medic
03:12
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I can’t seem to get out of my mind
I had my face sewn up but the others survived Snuck past and into the light
I can’t read, I can’t write
I can’t fucking dress myself
I gotta case of bad wires I fucking hate myself
So fucking simple You piece of shit
Medic
I think I’m on fire
You really wanna?
Do you really wanna?
You really wanna see me dead?
I can’t seem to locate my soul is out there?
I don’t wanna breathe no more because I’m living too long
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5. |
Better 4 U
03:25
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Tried pushing but defeat rolled on
Little finger dialled seven on the tone
If you build a bit bitter is it better known?
Tricking heaven with the golden fleece Burnt medals and a worn out peace
Is it better for you?
Is it better for me?
Is it better drawing lines for the enemy? Is it better for you is it better for me?
Is it better drawing lines for the relic?
Drain the soul Drain the hole
Caught pallid
Is this what you call a man?
Red handed with a ghost and a lamb
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6. |
Skin of an ape
02:52
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Telling me softly I can see there’s the skin of an ape at the foot of my bed
Milk eyes staring straight at me but his teeth are bared and he’s pointing at my head Bet a dollar that the skin of his neck is made of my flesh
Trade lives to seem like I’m living but I’m old
Cold lips on my spine in the middle of old times left at the bottom of the river
A stream of thoughts come rushing to find where the old mind is left in the rain by the porch
Can you say butter my lungs?
Define strength an emotional cannonball Can you do better my son?
Define strength an emotional animal
Is beating yourself better for me? Berating yourself is that a better me?
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7. |
DBT
02:59
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I want another one of these
Want another one of them
Can’t afford to put it in the sink I said it again I want another one of these
I want another one of them
I got the fear in my head and I want the love Behind the sun is a god an amusement park I can’t afford all I want in this world
So I borrow from the golden well
I’ve got the sins of a seven door car
Gold rims and a roll top bath
And I never stop dreaming of Mercedes Benz
If god don’t come he’ll never see another prayer
Why can’t I wait can’t I wait so long? For you
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8. |
Interlude
01:13
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9. |
Split lip
03:21
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Can I dip in can I dip out?
Can I cut it in the middle?
But the sounds better than hell
What a day just dripping through the stair well
I don’t understand we were getting along
But your brain is running dry now
But the sounds better than hell
What a day just dripping through the stair well
Well I was always just a normal boy
When I was out in the sun
I got the seat around the table
with my split lip trying to see it with a telescope
Well I was never just a morbid boy
A silhouette tag along
In the corner with a rabbit foot
Dead legs and a belly laugh with wellies on
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10. |
Jerry
05:02
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My friend Jerry is an honest man
With a big old heart but not much upstairs He read up on the daily rag
Found a little bit of hate on a worn out flag
He’s happy with a lie or two
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11. |
Slither
05:28
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When you know there’s something wrong
I was never the same I was never told you gotta wait so long When you notice something wrong
I was never the same I was only un done
I got a lot to do
I can’t afford to sit and wait for another view
But can I muscle in?
Take the weather vane heading north for another spin
I said I’m never gonna say my name to you While you’re speaking you’ll be slithering
I said I’m never gonna say my name to you
I’m never gonna win Well I’m never gonna
I was never the same I was never told I was never I was only un done
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